Page 9 of Daddy's Good Girl (Stonebridge Daddies 1)

CHAPTER8

Just a Taste~Aiden

I finally hadOlivia where I wanted her, or I hoped so. Taking things slow wasn't an option with her. The last thing I wanted to do was push her away. I craved her trust more than anything, but my cock refused to lay dormant in my pants. We had a 3-hour flight, and I booked a private charter for a reason, and it had everything to do with having her all alone. I loved the way she tried to hide her luscious curves from me.

Nothing about her fit into normalized beauty standards. She had medium-length chestnut hair that outlined her heart-shaped face, a soft belly that could double as a pillow, one I'll happily lay on, and thighs thicker than freshly raised dough. The button nose in the middle of her face was the icing on the cake. I was dying for a taste, and the walls of my mouth filled with saliva as my cock leaked at the tip.

"You look so fucking good on your knees, baby girl," I said as I stroked my flesh.

Her cheeks turned a shade darker, and a low hum vibrated off my lips. I had one goal; to gain her trust and make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. The cold air from the vents hardened her delectable nipples, making a throb shoot down my shaft.

I lifted her chin with my index finger and instructed her to stand. She paused for a moment and then rose to her feet. I fidgeted with the button next to me until the slow rhythmic beats of R&B seeped out of the speakers above.

She clasped her hands in front of her and turned her left foot inward. "I'm not good at this." Her chin lowered to her chest, and her eyes met the floor.

"Now, your jeans."

I took a sip of my water as I waited for her to remove the last bit of her clothing. I followed her movements, eager to show her just how crazy she made me.

"Close your eyes, and dance for daddy. Don't think, just dance."

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly closed her eyes. I increased the music volume just enough to make her feel like she was all alone, but not loud enough that it would drown out my moans as I stroked to her movements. I wanted her to hear what she did to me, how she made my dick leak like a broken faucet. She finally yielded to the music, and her fingers traveled up and down her body in a slow intoxicating motion.

With each moan that pushed past my lips, her fingers teased her suckable nipples as her hips moved. I wanted to blow my load when she eased her head back as her hands slid down her body. I lifted my hand, now sticky with my sap, and tugged at her arm. I pulled her forward and then turned her around, forcing her ass to my face.

"Sit on daddy's lap."

I placed my hands on her hips and forced her onto my lap. She stilled her movements for a few seconds as she absorbed the violent throb of my cock, and then she did exactly what I wanted her to. She rocked. Her hips moved back and forth in a slow circular motion, and the sensation of her lace panties against my shaft stirred a tingle in the base of my spine. I got a hold of her pebbled nipples and pinched them between my fingers. Fuck. A whimper of pleasure dripped off her lips, and she rocked harder.

I pinched harder before twisting them, and a sharp moan pushed past her lips. The edge of my mouth morphed into a smile, and I pressed my lips to her soft back. At this point, the soft music was no match for the sounds dripping off our lips, and I wrapped my arms around her soft waist as my teeth dug into the tenderness of her shoulder. The rocking stopped once she registered the jerk of my body, and I let out a low drawn out-groan.

With the crotch of her panties soaked in my seed, she stood, but before she could turn around, I tucked my thumb under the waistband and pulled them down to her ankles.

"Does baby girl have a wet little cunt now?" I asked as I waited for her to step out of her panties.

She nodded and stood before me naked. She had no idea how fucking perfect she was, and I would make it my life mission that she knew it every damn day.

I balled up her panties and forced them into my back pocket. "Good, because daddy's going to make you my little slut for the next two days."

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Once she redressed,I cradled her in my arms the rest of the flight, and she dozed off. The abrupt halt of the plane slamming onto the runway woke her from her nap, and I placed a small kiss on her forehead. With sleepy eyes and a yawn teetering on the edge of her lips, she pressed her fingers to my chest and lifted. The lights in the distance caught her attention, and she fixed on them like a cat discovering wool for the first time. Surprisingly she never asked me where the convention was being held. The whites of her eyes brightened as the jet made its way down the runway.

"Are you excited, sweetie?" I asked as I ran a knuckle down her soft cheek.

The latch opened, and Olivia hopped down the steps with excitement flowing through her bones. So fucking cute. I wondered if she had ever been to a resort like this one before; from the look on her face, I doubted it, which made my heart bloom. I guided her through the airport, taking her hand in mine, and steered her toward the exit where a black sedan waited for us.

"I thought this was a security convention?" She slid into the car and swung her legs in front of her as she stared out the window.

I slid in beside her and wedged my arm between her back and the leather seat. "Well, it's better to chat with like-minded people over a beautiful sunset than in a dull conference room."

She smiled and tapped the toes of her tennis shoes together as she swung her legs. It nearly killed me. I forgot that the annual private security conference took place here. I've had the luxury of traveling all over the world more times than I could count, so being here didn't have the same effect on me that it did, Olivia. The car pulled into the circle of our hotel, and I grabbed her hand. I needed to hold on to her to keep her safe and to prevent her from running off due to excitement. I tugged her arm and swung her body in front of mine as we approached the front desk. Resting my chin on the top of her head, she toyed with the colorful pamphlets in the display holder as I checked us in.

"Good evening, Mr. West. I see we have you in the two-bedroom—"

"Can you switch that out for your one-bedroom executive suite?"

I no longer needed the two-bedroom suite. There was no way in hell my baby girl was sleeping in a separate room, let alone a separate bed from mine. I pressed my front into Olivia's back, giving her a sneak peek at the monster begging to be let out. She took notice and lifted her chin to the ceiling until her intoxicating eyes met mine. I grabbed the keycards and pulled Olivia toward the elevators. It seemed like time came to a brutal crawl once the jet landed. I needed Olivia in my bed, and I needed her there now.

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